The last stanza of Traherne’s poem On Christmas-Day in a setting for SSAATTBB.

Hark how remoter Parishes do sound!Far off they ringFor thee, my King,Ev’n round about the Town:The Churches scatter’d over all the GroundServ for thy Prais, who art with Glory crown’d.This City is an Engin greatThat makes my Pleasure more compleat;The Sword, the Mace, the Magistrate,To honor Thee attend in State;The whole Assembly sings;The Minster rings.